I repent.
I repent of making You merely a figment of my imagination, limited as it is.
I seek to see your glory in my mind, but I've fallen short.
Yes, tis true, I only "see" you dimly with this mind,
And thus I will go to the solid Scriptures to enhance my imagination
And understand your greatness just a bit more.
I subconsciously compared myself to You, trying to feel if I could've handled the Cross you bore.
And now I know the answer.
Shame on me for comparing myself to You.
Your Glory - is only yours.
Your Cross - of course I could never have borne it.
And that is why You are the Holy One of God, the exact image of the Almighty Father.
You have shown me my place and I am grateful.
I will let You be You and me be me,
Snuggling up in your embrace, my Worthy King and Shepherd.
All the glory is yours, yet I give the Father praise He invites me to be Your brother because of the great sacrifice You made.